What I Want Is by T. M. Hinson

What i want is
Lots of Money

To get what i want
What i want is

My own Mansion
And inside that Mansion

A Gameroom
In that Gameroom

Every Game System and Tons of HD's
and Lazy Boys

Resting on Lazy Boys
Listening to Music

On the iPods
And the nasty feeling

Of your sweaty palms on the controllers
And the Adrenaline

Pumping while your planting the bomb
Counting down the seconds to detonation

Three, Two
One, BOOOOM

A bird went down the walk poem-

1.

I sat at home alone

I have no friends at all

I grabbed the kleenex and remote

I sat at home and bawled.



I turned on the T.V

And Turned on my xbox

I got addicted to my games

And now my weekend rocks

2.

When I went to the zoo

I had a lot of fun

I teased all of the animals

Away I then would run


The fish were really cool

I saw a hammerhead

It swam around and ate some fish

And then it went to bed


Dirty Room Poem
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.
His workbook is wedged in the window,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,
And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.
His books are all jammed in the closet,
His vest has been left in the hall.
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear,
I knew it looked familiar!